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What am I to make of this? {The voice of this new user is entirely too calm; too collected considering the circumstances. But he has been uniquely trained by, shall we say, a vibrant life? Which, incidentally, ended abruptly (and painfully) in his memory.}

An introduction, perhaps? All of those start to sound the same, I imagine. {He finally comes into full view, smiling in a way that could be polite - if it weren't for the mischievous glint in his eyes.} Something like: I am Earl Vincent Phantomhive? Does that suffice? Should I add "of England"?

{He gives a light chuckle before remarking:}

I must say this is the queerest afterlife I can imagine.

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[He'd be happier if his size included a few extra inches without heels.]

It wouldn't be the first time I've been put here. Only a short while ago, many of our memories were on display for the world to see.

[Why?]

I'm in a position that I can do both.

{Time will give him those extra inches.}

You have endured far more than any child - or adult - should. I did not foresee it or I trust you know it would have been prevented.

{Papa is starting to have some suspicions.}

That isn't precisely what I meant.

I know. You would never have let anything happen, especially that day.

[They'd been so excited, no lessons, plenty of presents, a surprise cake.]

Oh? I suppose I misunderstood then.

[Attempting to fix that? No.]

That day was meant to be...wonderful. If I could return with you, those responsible would pay the highest price.

{Over a lengthy period of time at his leisure.}

I love you.

{That's all that really matters.}

They killed the dog and took out ~~Gramps~~Tanaka. I doubt we might make a difference now.

[He wouldn't be surprised at that.

He's frozen at that last part of the text. 'Love' is still a foreign subject for him, he's still adjusting to letting himself care about people and have friends. He wants to, and doesn't want to return the sentiment. Being soft could cost him.]

I never stopped.

{The dog? And there is something crossed out before Tanaka. The pieces are truly coming together and Vincent wishes Rachel were here.}

As long as you live, we can make a difference. But I cannot accompany you.

{Come on now. A little softness is good.}

I am honored.

No, I suppose you can't. It hardly matters, we're here for some time.

[Not when your butler is a demon.]

Honored doesn't seem quite right but I'm glad.

I am here with you for some time.

{This isn't for him.}

How is it not? You could be angry - even vengeful - towards me.

At least we tend to be quick studies, you'll adjust quickly enough.

[He could probably smell that softness if he ever attracted the portals attention though.]

I could be but I see no reason to be. Blame for what happened can't be placed at your feet.

I expect so. I am not concerned for myself.

{So? Vincent doesn't answer to him and neither do his babies.}

It doesn't have to be logical. Emotions rarely are and you must wonder...

As do I.

Between us though, you are the one farthest behind.

[It's complicated.]

Blindly succumbing to anger like that, placing blame in the wrong place, doesn't suit much purpose.

I have some skill at adapting, though.

{Not to him.}

You are young for that realization. I am impressed.

But you were never prone to much anger.

Of course, you're the Queen's Watch Dog, after all.

[It goes without saying.]

I don't let my anger control me.

[Except those times it did.]

There is more to me than that.

{There has to be. Surviving in England and its Underworld is no small matter.}

And you shouldn't. You are lovely as you are; you always have been.

Of course, but the title does require a skill at adapting.

Not always. Physically perhaps but every child found trouble sometimes.

Has Her Majesty treated you kindly? She was most delighted at your birth.

Even when you were mischievous, you were perfect.

She calls me 'dear boy' no matter how often I've asked her not to.

That's one person, at least. I'm sure the servants were driven mad at times.

Ah, she will not listen! She is practically a godmother to you and your brother.

I cannot recall them complaining. {But why would they complain to him of his sweet sons?}

I wish should would though. Even the letters.

Would they have though? [No one would complain to Vincent.]

She writes you letters in that vein? How sweet! {It's an interesting balance for putting the boy in mortal danger, he supposes.}

...maybe? I did not think myself terrifying.

Her assignments typically come by post.

You're a Villainous Noble, did you need to try?

Yes, that is common enough. There are times the mail cannot be trusted.

We were all close regardless. Most of the time, it was fun.

When it can't be, she sends the Double Charles' with the letter. [He belatedly realizes they likely didn't start serving Victoria in his life though.] Charles Phipps and Charles Grey, her butlers.

Would they have wanted to take that risk though? Knowing what youre family meant to you?

I have not met them? {Not that he particularly wants to.} They must be remarkable to have gained that position. She chooses her servants with care.

They knew I would have disciplined you. We never wanted to raise rowdy children.

They're incredibly skilled swordsmen. They also act as her private secretarial officers.

[They also annoy Ciel. One does, anyway.]

We were never that rowdy. Just sneaky.

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